"Hey, hero." Drifter has a familiar insouciance as he greets you.

"Got something here for you. Some kind of challenge. Yeah, I know you're up for anything. Whaddaya think: your greatest foes, given renewed strength? Sound good?"

The bravado falls away a little. Drifter's look is briefly sympathetic.

"It's only gonna get worse," he reminds you. "Whatever the Nine put in front of their Weapon. You can kill anything, Guardian. Time to prove it."

He's back to a grin inside of a moment.

"And hey, you'll get a good prize out of it! That's what I'm talking about."